(147) Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias.
1 Praise you° the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
7 Begin the song with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
8 who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [* See Ps 103 (104) 14. and green herb for the service of men;]
9 and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.
10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man.
11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.
*146:8 See Ps 103 (104) 14.